His voice is like a violin,
Hitting all the right notes,
Playing with my heartstrings,
Putting me in a trance,
Holding my breath as tight as the violinist holds tight,
The one entity making his whole identity.

How can you make me cry with no tears?
Yet put me to sleep like I never cried.
Nobody believed when I said,
"You are a magician, and I'm under your spell."